The Big “C”
The thing about cancer is immediately when you hear it, you automatically connect it to the word “death”. It is a psychological switch that turns itself on at the very moment the word reaches your ears and it is very difficult to switch it off. This is why when people talk about the subject they try to lessen the impact by calling it the “Big C” – by not mentioning the name in its most ghastly form it somehow deviates from what it could potentially mean.
I know this is not the most positive start to a blog but I want to convey, whether you are young or old, just exactly what we all know to be true if we are told we have cancer – it is a killer.
Or is it?
You see, when I was 11 I was told I had leukaemia. Not exactly straight to the point as saying you have cancer but I was old enough to make the connection – and of course that connection to ‘sorry sonny, your time might be up soon’. In fact I can remember vividly that the first words out of my mouth when I was told was simply “I am going to die”. Quite a poignant moment for a young lad, but not the most helpful of things to say when sat in an outpatient ward with a load of other kids.